I wish I could reach out,

Let my arm stretch back across time

To touch you, even if you don't want to be touched

To hug you, even if you don't want to be hugged

To tell you that it's okay

That not everybody is as bad as they seem

And not everybody is as good as they seem

But you have to trust people, all the same.

I would tell you to enjoy things

While they last

That you're privileged and have no right

To mope, to think your life is the worst

Just because they don't like your shoes

Or understand your artwork

I would tell you that yes, I finally love you

I love you.

That's what I would tell you.